This is a sort of personal experience and frankly I am not sure what it means, but it certainly is very curious. By personal I am not indicating that it shares many intimate details about my life or the life of my client.

I wonder if any of my readers have ever dreamed about anyone else’s dream? I woke up this morning not even realizing that my dream was a dream. It appeared in my mind, more in the manner of a memory. I remembered seeing a TV news report of a plane crash and thinking at the time in the ‘dream’ to myself, I’ll have to tell Jill that her dream misfortunately came true. It took me a few minutes of wandering through my morning, making and drinking coffee, to realize that I had seen no such news report, so it must have been a dream. The screen that I had seen the news report on was slightly smaller than my own TV, which is not really very big. And I was watching in a very dimly lit room.

Several days ago I had received a terse email from Jill entitled Dream:

“There was a plane crash on U.S. Soil. Shortly after takeoff. I don’t know which air line . or where it was going. In the dream I was supposed to be on the next flight of the same airline. Obviously I wasn’t. Jill”

She later asked me if I thought the dream might be precognitive. Since she had had precognitive dreams in the past, I told her that she should monitor the news for a few days to see if it happened. I then basically forgot about it.

As far as I know there have been no such occurrences that would match Jill’s dream as of yet. Obviously at some point in the future a plane crash will happen in the US. So it raises a number of questions. How long a window does one give such a dream to manifest? She was very upset by the dream as she expressed in subsequent emails. I told her to watch for 72 hours. This was somewhat arbitrary, but since the dream was not that specific, at least in the details given to me, I thought it was fair.

What is weirder to me is my dream, which I did not remember as a dream, but as a news report actually seen. I have never to my knowledge dreamed of someone else’s dream. Also my dream had no context that it was part of, other than that I was watching TV. Furthermore, Jill, though a very nice person, is not a major player in my life. I speak to many people everyday who are in some ways closer to me.

The part that is curious and almost troubling, is the way that my dream presented itself to me this morning as a memory, not a dream. Is it possible that I was tapping in to some alternate reality? I’m not sure, but it is now an entry in my dream journal and it will be interesting to see if the experience is meaningful in retrospect.

I made a very quick check on the internet to see if there were any reports about someone dreaming about another person’s dream and there were not. There are reports of dream sharing especially in other cultures wherein dreams play a bigger role in the life of the community. Dream sharing is when two or more people have the same dream and sometimes they report seeing one another in that dream. It is thought that this can be enhanced through practice and intention.

Update: This story gets even stranger. In the early morning of January 28, 2017, I had a very long dream. The part of it that is significant is as follows: I come out of a building and sit down on a wooden deck on a wooden bench in the sun. It appears to be a resort setting. It is warm out. I see young men who seem to be employees arranging items in the near distance. I call out to one of them, asking what is happening. He says he is preparing for the parade. A bit later it is evening and there is a cocktail party happening. I am a bit uncomfortable because of the flirting and fancy dress of the occasion. Lots of “the beautiful people” in their thirties are in attendance. Then it turns cold and it is daytime again and there are more wooden benches like bleachers. I am in a big down coat trying to save a place for myself and a friend who will be joining me. There is much jostling and minor dramas occur, but everyone is civil. But the parade never happens! I leave the scene with my friend and we walk through a beautiful pedestrian plaza at nighttime.

On January 30, 2017 I receive the following email missive from my client who I have not spoken with: “I had a dream that Gisele Bundchen and Tom Brady had split up.. She wanted out..and she got out. It was a dream that I had this A/m/ (sic) when I have psychic dreams. Also I dreamt I was trying to get them back together.. Hey, I don’t even know them.. It was a dream. There was a parade forming for a holiday when I tried to get them together.. She just up and walked…” Again, here, the parade never happened.

Someone I know suggested that the parade that doesn’t happen could be connected to the Super Bowl. I have zero interest in football. I did not even realize there was a parade connected to it nor did I know the date it was being played or who the teams are. I have zero interest in spectator sports and avoid watching them.

I guess time will tell if this dream subject will have any further significance.

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Very interesting article and I would have to say I have never had a dream about another persons dream, I think, but I have many strange dreams that I really have no answer too. I have been a lucid dreamer for many years and it got to the point that I did not want to live another life in dreams but just slip gently back into the dream I was having. To stay aware in a lucid dream is hard to do and you have to really concentrate in order to do what you want to do in a lucid dream. I usually fly around. Its fun to do but only last 10 seconds .I feel that dreams are a portal to a parallel universe. Sleeping and dreaming go hand in hand and it is very rewarding to me. Its one of my favorite things to do.

I love it when I am able to have a lucid dream. Hyper real dreams are exciting too. This was different from my usual dreams in that I did not recognize it as a dream at first. I thought I was remembering it from a tv news report. Nothing better than a long sound night’s sleep with a pleasant dream though. That is the best. 😉

Wow, how odd!!! Perhaps Jill’s dream was precognitive of your dream…and round and round we can go with THAT idea! Whatever the case, it seems undeniable to me that there is far more to “reality” than just the here and now, and that on many many levels ALL life is connected.

Thanks for you comment, D.Danzo, You are totally correct that there is so much more going on than we perceive, just looking at the electromagnetic spectrum proves that. I have a fascination with dreams. I guess I am not alone in that.

[…] In addition one of our listeners, Gerry, tells us all about a paranormal dream experience she had a few years ago that is very intriguing. And Fahrusha speaks about some dreams she has been having which one of her clients has been having too. See: Dreaming the Dreams of Others. […]

Dreaming about another person’s dream is interesting and probably very rare, I have had some dreams that were inspired by other people’s dreams and that possibly contained some elements of another person’s dream, and I possibly have dreamed of someone else’s dream but unfortunately I am not sure and I can not think of an example at this time; but I have thousands of my dreams on my blog, and so maybe one or more examples of this is hidden among them somewhere but who knows.

My husband and I one night each separately dreamed two different lucid dreams in trilogy format that were part of the same story. At the end of the stories, we were frightened awake at about the same time. We sat up in bed and recounted our dreams to each other. Just as we settled back down into bed, the tree outside of our bedroom illuminated from bottom to top. A lozenge-shaped light the width of out picture window darted from the tree to it, and centered itself in the window. The moment I focused on it, it moved back 50 feet, then a quarter mile away, and the darted off into the horizon. Our dreams continued like that for at least three years. At one point I realized we were dreaming the same characters. I don’t know whether to attribute the experience to John of God, a spiritual teacher who I cannot ask about it, a woman next door doing some creepy shamanic stuff, or just some other unknown phenomena. There were other things that accompanied this over the years. Some of it brought me into amazing love, a feeling of being connected to something out there but there was no time or space between the connection. There was also something dark that emerged from it all, largely due to the spiritual teacher who I tried to ask about it. I decided that it was best to allow it to be a mystery and cultivate expanded awareness love and being in meditation. It very hard to determine whether this other stuff is good or bad.

Dear Jane,
Your account is very interesting.The ultimate authority on the meaning of your dreams is YOU, but sometimes the observations of others can be enlightening. I don’t know that you need to attribute the experience of the dream or the light to other humans. Some “others” may be discarnate entities, some may beneficent, others malefactors or tricksters. Also the good and bad value judgement may or may not apply. After all, you may eat a hamburger and think it is good, but the cow may have a different perspective. This way of thinking is not about vegetarianism particularly, but seeing things from a non-human perspective. Many persons would see the light experience you describe as being part of a UFO experience or abduction. I am not saying it is, but it is something to consider. After all the light was flying and unidentified, but not necessarily extraterrestrial.
Best,
Fahrusha

I agree with everything you say. It had not occurred to me that it was a UFO or extraterrestrial until someone suggested that to me. It seemed that I was inured to the fear of it, quite literally. In the beginning it was fun, and even though things were going bump in the night in a way that would have totally sent people running, it had a certain control of me that did not allow fear to exist. As my husband said, he could not wait to sleep because the dreams were so fun. Although I tried to interpret the dreams as a sort of message to me, the messages were not coming from my mind. There was a mind outside of me transmitting the messages. I had always sensed that it was more of an exercise in awareness of awareness, which is the very basic piece of enlightenment. I had gotten that years ago, but this was a sort of reinforcement. For the last two years, I’ve been listening to videos at night to replace the dreams that have all but left me. I have been listening to Buddha At the Gas Pump (and recently I have found your website). Rick Archer has been a wonderful teacher. I mentioned that one of the influences might have been a spiritual teacher. The dreams were transformed one night when I heard chanting…Maharishi Mahesh repeated over and over. I am just a little too young to remember the 60s culture, and really didn’t know anything about that guru. The night that the light showed up, and the lucid dream occurred, I’d tried to forgive the spiritual teacher who flattened me. Part of the dream imagery was three wolves howling whose snouts braided shut outside of a house where a dance was taking place. (Dances With Wolves.) That movie is about not securing the fort before you explore the territory. I learned from listening to Archer that Maharishi said that you needed to secure the fort before you explored the territory. In other words, find expanded awareness before you go messing with spooks and other powers. Finally the vivid dreams ended just the way that the started, dreaming through my husband and myself. I was lead in my dream to my dining room. I was invited to look out of another picture window. I felt the presence create and image in himself and transmit it to me, a baseball diamond. He asked me what I saw, and I told him. My spook dreamed through my husband. He was shown a baseball, but in orange and red. My spook asked him what he saw. My husband told him. My spook said, good that is what he was supposed to see. A Field of Dreams. Consciousness as a projection on a screen. Why Kevin Costner movies I don’t know. There’s many details that I omit, and many layers of meaning that I omit. Was it the spiritual teacher who flattened me, John of God and his entities, a person who is doing a lot of shamanic stuff next to where I live, or even some influence that I won’t write about here but the lights match the imagery of this person? I don’t know. Whatever it is, it is a remote viewer. It’s remarkable, but I don’t engage it anymore. It still dreams through us, but more through my husband than me. One last thought. The Kevin Costner character asks Shoeless Joe if he’s the voice he’s been hearing. Joe answers, “It’s you.” I think I need to read the book. BTW, I never saw Dances With Wolves. I guess I’ll add that the spook who was larger than life, not just the dreams, but the dreamer, and the communicator, came to me one last time. I heard The Lord’s Prayer right up to “forgive us of our trespasses.” Then a benediction followed, typical of a church service. “May the Lord bless you and keep you, may He make his face shine upon you, may He lift up his countenance upon you and bring you peace.” At that, at least five years of nearly constant contact that was filled with all sort of things ended. There was love. There was light. There was connection to all that is out there as a form of love. There was direct communication. It was so vast and wonderful, and equally hurtful. And it was all but over. It left a void in my life that I’m still negotiating. Part of that comes from my heart that closed due to being flattened by the teacher who I associated with this experience. It started one night when I heard, “I’ll heal you.” Sigh.

I have several comments. First, thanks for your very interesting comments. I’d like to suggest you take a listen to the podcast Kate Valentine and I record called Shattered Reality Podcast. Right now we have 57 shows! We would surely like to hear your experience in our “Listener’s Corner” which happens in some of the shows during the last 15 minutes of the broadcast. Have you looked into the Bon tradition of dream yoga as practiced by some Tibetan Buddhists? It might interest you. I am interested in the spiritual teacher who “flattened” you and in your relationship to John of God. I, sometimes as you do, listen to podcasts or YouTube lectures. And yes, Rick Archer is excellent.

I have been listening to your podcasts each night for the last week. Russell Targ is always one of my favorites.

Dream Yoga: Yoga Nidra was the second form of meditation that I learned from Amrit Desai. However, he didn’t really teach it as a means of cultivating awareness in sleep. His form was more of a sankalpa, intention. I enjoyed Yoga Nidra because it placed me in a rather nice state of sleep. My husband I and were car shopping today. I stayed in the car and meditated using Yoga Nidra. I thought that I had only dropped into the usual restful sleep state that sets in, but I had a different experience. As my husband walked out to the car I could see him in a vision with the car salesman, a tall bald man wearing blue. Then my husband brought me into conscious awareness. The saleman fit my vision almost exactly. Visions and clairvoyance are part of my experience, I’ve just never experienced them from Yoga Nidra before.

I just did a quick internet search of Bon Tibetan Sleep Yoga to see if it is anything like the Yoga Nidra that I learned. Again, I think it is a lot more involved with different aspects of yogic practices and consciousness than anything that was taught to me. I’ve noticed Deepak Chopra suggest he practices some form of sleep yoga. He may have called it Yoga Nidra, but it seemed to be more closely resemble what I saw on the internet.

Then I realized that I had bought a book at the Rubin Museum several months ago: The Tibetan Yogas of Dream and Sleep. I found it in my book case just now. I’ve never read it.

I think what you are asking about JOG and the spiritual teacher is how might have they effected me to cause these dreams. I went to JOG in 2009 at Omega. I didn’t experience any sort of transmission from him, but his handlers said that the only sense of healing might come in dreams. A few days later two figures appeared in my dream, a small man and woman. They discussed my cat allergies, and told me that I learned to heal using the matrix, a term I had never heard used that way. They showed me a net of silver light. They said I had not learned to love. A few weeks later, I discovered someone in popular culture whose entire artistic career seemed to be about describing his enlightened state. I was drawn into studying him. It brought about a spiritual shift, touching the ecstatic state. In fact, I went to a documentary about him, and I started to drift off into sleep. No one was around me when I heard, “Is this why you came.”

A decade before that I had had a profound awakening in meditation that transformed me. This was a different aspect of the spiritual experience. Part of what’s so amazing about Rick Archers interviews is that he interviews people in different stages and states of enlightenment. I’m hardly a great mystic or enlightened, but I can relate to 90 percent of what is discussed, but I don’t live there. I’ve just touched on most of the experiences one time or another. I’ve never done any of this for enlightenment or magical powers. I just wanted to know what to do with my life. At this point, I’ve all but given up.

I have gone to JOG at Omega every year since, but I’m not sure that he’s had that much effect on me. I do think that people who go to Brazil experience the transmission of JOG like people experience the transmission of the guru. I don’t get that from him at Omega.

The part about the spiritual teacher is more complex. The short story is that at one event he had the group meditate on love. I heard, “Don’t do it like that.” Then I heard, “It’s okay.” I was struck in the heart with a beam of light that carried breath taking love. A psychic friend of mine said it felt like a spiritual initiation to her. I think it was from that experience that much of the fantastic expansion originated. However, there was some stuff that was not so nice that really upset me, not the least of which was to have this done without my knowledge or permission, and to have someone know everything about me (which it did “say” to me.) Something happened. I was furious. I went to one of his events. He stood behind me for a very long time. He started up the aisle to begin his program, turned around, and shoulder butted my husband. It was no mistake. Later, he transmitted to me, telepathically, “I’m not your friend.” Then he bisected me from top to bottom and drained me of my energy. That was flattening me. I was deeply wounded and furious.

The story continues where a shaman friend told me to build an altar and ask it all to leave. I’m a meditator. I don’t do shamanic stuff, but I did. I built the altar and asked for indifference. Before I could finish the word something reached into my chest and crushed my heart. It felt like I was having a heart attack. I coudn’t make this up. It was all way outside my experience or belief system. It left, night after night. The room emptied of spirits that I didn’t now had been with me. The remarkable experience just kept dimming and dimming. The dreams became punitive. I became more deeply hurt and more angry. One night I put out an altar to forgiveness of the guru who had hurt me. That’s when my husband and I started dreaming lucid dreams and the lights appeared in the window. The lucid dreams continued for a couple of years, until 2015 or 16.

If this all wasn’t enough, I have a neighbor doing some monumental shamanic stuff next door. She’s stealing my land, and I have had no success stopping her. It’s a legal mess. I have someone building 15 foot snake sculptures along my driveway, and a three foot crystal in her yard, and much much more. It is very creepy.

There’s no way that I can describe almost ten years of this experience, but this is a shorter version of it. It’s been intense. I’m over the deep anger and hurt, but I don’t trust any of the experience, good or bad. I don’t really try to cultivate it, but I don’t know if I could if I tried. I didn’t even try for any of this. I’ve only been trying to use meditation to know what to do with my life. That is an entirely different story, more in line with healing and enlightenment. It’s the piece I can’t seem to get. When I try to find answers, I either am not asking the right question or all this other fantastic stuff is distracting. My real questions are about clarity, knowing, unboundedness and such. But, I don’t have the language to ask the question, nor do I have the person to ask. Gurus tend to be unapproachable or approachable only within a group of 200 people with whom I am not comfortable sharing or public speaking.

[…] In addition one of our listeners, Gerry, tells us all about a paranormal dream experience she had a few years ago that is very intriguing. And Fahrusha speaks about some dreams she has been having which one of her clients has been having too. See: Dreaming the Dreams of Others. […]